Gunnar Widforss arrived in America from Sweden in 1921 and spent the next fifteen years painting almost exclusively in the national parks. Zion. Grand Canyon. Yosemite. Bryce. He lived simply, traveled between them on foot and by train, and painted what he found with quiet, methodical precision.

He died in 1934 at the rim of the Grand Canyon. His obituary called him the painter of the national parks. No other title was necessary. He gave up everything that wasn't the parks. The paintings are what remained of that decision.

Guatemala's Western Highlands grow coffee at volcanic altitudes where full body and complex spice develop slowly in the cherry. The kind of cup that holds its character under any brewing method — the same patience Widforss brought to every canvas. He returned to these walls until he understood them. This coffee comes from land with the same depth built into it.